Sunday with the family was great, lunch in The Three Swans, just about the biggest individual Yorkshire pudding I've come across, and then back to the boat to play "Uckers" with the boys. It's a naval board game, played on a ludo board but it's much more sophisticated than ludo. The grandsprogs love it.
We moored just above Froxfield Bottom Lock. Apart from the trains, you can't get away from them along this stretch, there was no sound except a symphony of bird song. The occasional whoosh of the HST's and the rumble of a passing bulk stone train was a small price to pay.
There are three locks at Froxfield, Froxfield Bottom, Froxfield Middle but no Froxfield Top, instead it is called Oakhill Down Lock, odd.
At the top lock, whatever it's called there are strange attachments on the bottom gates.
That aside, we have made it to Great Bedwyn and are now watching the rain run down the windows.
Watch this space.........